I’ve been tagged by Beth to make a contract with myself about writing. When I noticed that she’d tagged me, I was really hoping that she was referring to a different Liza, because I knew that writing such a contract would force me to think about issues I prefer to keep safely tucked at the back of my mind instead of at the forefront, where I’d feel pressured...
In an entry that I wrote back in September 2005, I briefly described the long, painful journey we took in order to bring our son into the world. I won’t rehash it all now, but I will tell you that one of the paths we chose involved three failed rounds of egg donation treatment. Legislation in Israel regarding egg donation is changing, and to be honest, I’m not sure...
For many people of my generation, the 1980s were synonymous with the term “Brat Pack“. Our teenage years were defined by such John Hughes classics like “The Breakfast Club“, “Sixteen Candles“, and “Pretty in Pink“. Members of the Brat Pack were our cultural icons, from Andrew McCarthy to Ally Sheedy, from Rob Lowe to Jon Cryer...
Until recently, I was under the impression that Israel was something of a banana republic, but it appears I was off the mark. Sure, the term that comes to mind these days can potentially resemble a banana (if one stretches their imagination just a little…) in shape, but that’s where the similarity ends, I’m afraid. With all the excitement generated by our...
This is a public service announcement. Switching to the new version of Blogger has allowed me to label all of my posts, and I am in the process of labeling all old posts. However, it seems that with each administrative update, all RSS readers are picking up the feeds as new posts, even though the posts themselves haven’t changed – only the labels are new. Until...
I’ve always found it interesting how some musicians can be so popular in Europe, yet remain almost unheard of in the US (and vice versa, I would imagine). I’m not referring to musicians who don’t perform in English (and whose chances of succeeding in the US without singing in English are virtually nil), but rather those who do sing in English and are filling...
Fortunately for me, my early childhood took place before big purple dinosaurs roamed the earth. My brother and I grew up on a diet of Mr. Rogers, the Electric Company, and Captain Kangaroo, among others. The unquestionable king of this genre was, of course, Sesame Street, where we learned our numbers in English and Spanish, we became intimately acquainted with the alphabet...
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I’m still a bit sick and not feeling terribly creative, but it is Sunday, so 80s Music Video Sunday must be dealt with. I had a request from fellow blogger RR (and we are still in the process of establishing whether or not she and I are actually the same person, given the remarkable similarities in our personalities, tastes, etc…) for something American (or perhaps she...
The other day, I got an SMS from NRG, telling me that was feeling utterly miserable, having gotten sick during her trip with all sorts of ailments that have no place interrupting one’s vacation. She was missing out and feeling bad, and I responded my telling her that I wished that I was the one who was sick instead of her. Clearly, I should have been more careful in my...